Ouroboros Spine ᐅᑎᖅᑐᖅ

their steps are quiet, in unison. a heart that still thrums heavy with the song of joy and of familiarity; Sinnatomak would find a new home here. a new purpose, a new life. she would carry her mother's traditions and would converse with the moon and wind alike. but for now, she would bask in this new comfort. she would be led by the moonwoman into the hearth of her home.

it was wondrous. goods line the clearing; things she had not seen before! dried fishes who's aroma danced within the breeze, aged pelts of creatures she could not name but wished to know. pure abundance and wealth. naturally, the siqniq woman is drawn to the bundles of fresh or dry herbs. tail swaying with eagerness, a warm smile upon her face. "it is beautiful! i haven't seen such abundance in many moons." her voice awe-filled, reverent.

"you are traders then, yes?" naturally comes her question as she peruses through the goods. they must travel far and wide! oh, how she wishes to accompany their journeys. to see the world in full, to understand it.